Wednesday, December 21, 2005



October 2005

The Brothers from Seattle

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Phantom Ship

Crater Lake, Oregon

Friday, October 21, 2005


Stop for me it's the Claw! Ryan Dobosh and I created this masterpiece many years ago in Seattle. I'm happy to report that this is now a graphitti movement in our hometown. I've seen at least 3 claws since I've been back, all of differing shapes and sizes. I love it when my ideas take off like that, however I want the credit above all. I'm obviously a little vane. When we saw pictures of this "artwork" in the paper we nearly freaked out! The caption read, "Vandals make a statement in Fremont, but what does it mean?"

It was just supposed to be funny, however the Claw is very powerful when it comes to crossing in front of traffic. When you're crossing an intersection, and the on coming traffic doesn't respect or understand your right-of-way priviledges, throw down a firm CLAW and start crossing. This is not foolproof, but it usually stops cars dead in their tracks. The claw lets them know you are flippin' serious about crossing this street. Try it sometime. The claw's the law y'all.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

I need a new black pencil.

Friday, October 07, 2005


August was my last month with the Santa Fe Opera, and I have to say I had a fantastic time. Lots of basketball, hikes, parties, drinks, dog fights, skateboard ramps, Opera, hitchhikers in front of the prison, what more could you ask for? After the constant heat beat down, the return of some huge clouds and precipitation was much appreciated, although missing the Leonids was a huge let down. When am I gonna be in the middle of nowhere in the desert in the middle of August during the largest shooting star display in North America again? Probably next year. (I know its October already, Sept. will be soon and sloppy)
Photo-linky-hook-up under construction. I'm sorry I'm still a Blogtard. This may work its supposed to be 136 pictures from the Southwest.

Tent Rocks. August 15.

Everywhere you go in America, any strange rock outcropping is attributed to the evils of Satan. There's Devil's Tower, The Devil's Garden, The Devil's Backbone, Devil's Kitchen, Devil's Boots, Devil's Bridge, and the Devil's elbow to name a few. Less than a mile from my sister's place in Santa Fe where I stayed for the summer, there is a large series of wicked looking boulders that swirl with purple and gold streaky patterns. The place is littered with more petrified wood than any national park, and its landscape is festering with giant bulbous red sores. So I officially name this geographical wonderland DEVIL'S CRACK. It's on private land so beware of hics with shotguns. To get there just go down Turquois Trail til you get to that one dirt road, go left down the arroyo, past the carving in the rocks, under the barbwire, move aside the giant tumbleweeds and continue up the little canyon and you're there. Got that? (Actually for my Santa Fe friends I will give you a full illustrated map and directions soon). Look at Smudge, all pensive looking out into the distance from the ridge of Devil's Crack.

Joanna, Lieta, and I pause for drinks at the bar on top of Devil's Crack.

August 16. Dog Angel, Sister Lieta, Mom Jill, Girlfriend Joanna, and Dog Smudge watch the sunset from Devil's Crack.

The best part about the Santa Fe was the sky. New Mexico clouds; they slope and crash with the rain, or stack themselves miles high and bathe in the lathery late day apenglow. Outside of the South Pacific (which is just cheating and I know it) New Mexico has the best clouds and sunset. They're just so puffy, look there's one following me home. Hi there puffy, are you hungry? Good puffy.

Arches National Park Utah. This is where the summer's Southwest journey essentially began. Joanna and I thought our travel expenses would only technically cover 3 consecutive days, we didn't know we could stretch it out. Sadly we only spent a day here. I love the contrast of bubbly red rocks and stark white mountain tops. Southern Utah has the most dramatic landscape I've seen in America, and at this point I can say that I've seen quite a bit. Someone ought to wedge a small theatre between those huge red boulders (on private land of course), or just put a classy looking building for rehearsals or shows on top of one of those cliffs. People from all over the country would come. Destination theatres and concert halls are fast becoming the most successful live venues (Gorge, Coachella, Santa Fe Opera, Oregon Shakespeare, Red Rocks), people want to be entertained as well as say they've been to that marvelous remote place with that famous building in all the postcards.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Lake Powell/Glen Canyon Utah

Mea Culpa. Mea Maxima Culpa. Tonight I spoke to a friend, and she said, "Hey, your blog has been sucking lately," Which confirmed my worst fears- someone is actually reading this thing. Actually a few people have complained and I'm sorry. I have 5 legit excuses why I've neglected this sight and 2 B.S. excuses.

1. Travelling, I've been on the road a lot lately which isn't condusive to drawing or blogging.
2. No job. Job hunting takes a lot of time, which shouldn't be sent drawing or blogging, I finally got one today.
3. No home. Apartment hunting. I got one on Wednesday. A super cute place in Seattle's lower Queen Anne neighborhood.
4. No internet access. Got it today!
5. Moving. Boxes man, boxes.
B.S. 6. Hurricane Katrina and Rita. (I know no one loves you Rita, but I do, you destoyed real good baby)
7. Lack of inspiration.

Its over people. I'm no longer languishing in a world of indecision and transition, my only enemy now is cable television. Damn you Jon Stewart!

Friday, August 19, 2005

July in Santa Fe. Adobe style is the city mandate.

At the end of July, I flew to Seattle for Jeff Schell and Jen Vlasman's wedding. Don't they look beautiful. Little did they know that the evening would destroy the brain of one young man, ruin the career of another, and take the life of one poor dumb bird. (Check Ryan Dobosh's account of the evening for further yuks)

Check out the old boys from The Habit comedy troupe. On the left is my best friend Ryan who would later betray and expose me on the web-o-tron. Next is Luke "$30,000 KFC spokesman" Thayer. And gently touching my ear is the zesty David Swidler, whose drunken wedding antics would force me into an early ill-advised surgery. Then there's me, Dr. Siano at your service.

I have good news, and bad news. The good news is this is my first beard, the bad news is this will be my last cigar as a successful Doc-o-ter. (What do you think of my first beard? REVIEW MY BEARD just click on the purple comments below {I stole this idea from McSweeney's})

Further proof that, when it comes to scenic beauty, Seattle rules.

This is the photo that ruined my career as a dockter. Once this baby got out on the Web-A-Tron I knew I was through. Kaiser Permanente Medical immediately fired my ass when they caught sight of me operating on David Swidler, with John Kerry laughing at my homemade head tourniquet. Damn you Swidler!

After removing David Swidler's brain in a botched mid-wedding emergency surgery, Dave attacked my crocth with a lemon wedge, saying my groin wasn't zesty enough.

New Friends Left to Right. Jen Roseman from Philly, Raphael Gallegos from Texas, Santa Fe's own Clint Singley, me, and straight out of Albuquerque is Somebody's Ass.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

That's my sister Lieta, or Beene Dog as they call her on the street. Check the ladies playing Bocce Ball in the back, that's my kinda party.

We threw a lil party/BBQ at my sister's place in the sticks with a bunch of Opera pals I made this summer in Santa Fe. On the far left is Erin Van Horn who will be joining Erika Kuever (See April below) this fall at the U of Indiana. In the middle is the super gosh wow Dolores, and on the right is her totally radical roomate Laura. They both have blogs, scroll WAY down on the right to find 'em. They are also the coolest kids in school 'cause they have a pool.

Before I became a successful Doctor/Neuro-Surgeon guy, I used to fight crime, but only on large geological anomalies. They called me "Rock Dude 2" after the famous Rachmaninoff concerto. Here I am rocking Southern Utah, Arches National Park.

White Sands National Monument, in New Mexico. Notice the footprints. It looks like the work of my arch nemesis "Man Made Erosion Man."

I used to hate dogs. That is until I lost my sense of smell in a freak Hibachi accident. Shit, if it weren't for Smudge (in white) the Italian Greyhound and Angel the non-retrieving Retriever, I may have put some lavender in my Rosemary Chicken dish and lost Joanna forever, and I would have ruined a perfectly good chicken. Thanks dogs. [Side note: Their is now a drink called the Italian Greyhound or the "Smudge", you combine Grapefruit Juice, Vodka, sugar and Basil, that's right people Basil, it's hella good]

I'd like to take this opportunity to point out that my girlfriend Joanna is hella fine, and look at those rocks. Yeah, I said "hella", it's coming back. I've already said "hella" hella times today.

Before I became a travelling vagabond, I used to fight crime, but only on sand dunes. They called me "Dune Boy." This is me on my 29th Birthday at the gigantic Colorado Great Sand Dunes National Park, (1,700 feet of sand) reliving the golden days. There was no crime to fight that afternoon, but the struggle continues. "In the battle between Man and Sand, Sand will always win . . . until Man and his machines come and move Sand again." That's an actual quote from a 8th grade educational video, I knew from that day forward that I would be a sandy super hero. I'll get you one day "Man Made Erosion Man." One day!

Monday, July 11, 2005

June 2005 or "My Sister Bought a Teepee with No Poles" Dear Pueblos and Tribes of the Great Southwest: forgive me for stealing your way cool paterns, I just couldn't help it, they surrounded me, and forced me to recreate them.

Friday, July 08, 2005

June in Black. Some computers will shoot you to a gmail page, others will display the inverse colors, that I honestly think look better than the ones I had intended.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

MAY 2005 . . . Hopefully improved.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

May 1. Erika, Emmy, and I were driving around Seattle trying to decide what to do with a balmy spring night. Looking for a laugh we tried to contact the hilarious David Swidler, who apparently had "other plans." I have three words for you D.S. Wha tev er! As luck would have it, we had an artificial limb in the back of my car. So we drove to Dave's place and attempted to leave the plastic leg on his porch. As we ran from Dave's house like pre-teen ding-dong-ditchers, David's BRITISH MOTHER caught us and yelled after us in an adorable post-English accent. "What would you like me to do with this?" she said, fake leg in hand. Shamefully we sulked back to the porch and asked politely if she would give it to Dave. "Oh sure," she replied, "I'll just put it in his bed." The night was rounded out with a little frisbee at Golden Gardens, where karma granted Erika with an old rusty nail in the foot. We then watched the cult-classic Barbarella with Dave who joined us late for some bad movie yuks. Later Erika got a call, it was Dave "How did you get that in my bed? You just scared me shitless, anyway, thanks for the leg, it's everything I ever wanted." 2. Erika the Kougar leaps from being Stuck in the Muk to Capitol Hill. 3. Joanna and I watch the Sonics advance to the 2nd round for the first time in ages. 4. Erika and I go to pick up the animal costumes for Saturday's farewell party. We find five amazing costumes and the lady says we can take them TODAY, so we make a pact to not tell anyone, so we can break them out one day at a time and surprise our friends. I also went to a Mariner's game by myself, and they lost, badly. Later that night at a BBQ at Fort Awesome, the BUMBLEBEE attacks the party goers. Then as if nothing had happened stays to dance to some of the "Awesome" music. 5. Cinco De Mayo De Mukilteo. I coerced all my friends into coming to Mukilteo for a lil Mexican celebration at my Mom's house. (At this point both Dave and I lived with our parents, I now live with my sister, and Dave sleeps beneath the DJ's booth at Deja Vu) My mom has a huge frog collection, so tonight we broke out the frog costume. We took the less cumbersome bumblebee to Harborview Park to play some frisbee, which turned out to be the most hilarous thing I have ever seen. As we arrived at the busy park Joanna and the Bee (played by Erika) jumped out the car and headed for the grassy field. Joanna threw the frisbee at the Bumblebee and it smacked right into the side of the Bee's gigantic head, sending the massive yellow and black creature rolling down the hill. We all exploded with laughter, and I actually fell down I was laughing so hard, and everyone else in the park looked at us like we were a bunch of freaks. Fair enough. 6. After the boys from the band "Awesome" saw the Bee cut a rug to their new songs, they decided that the Bee would have to Dance at their next performance at Spin the Bottle. Spin the Bottle is a popular Seattle theatre, music, poetry, sketch comedy cabaret where The Habit, "Awesome", and numerous other groups made their debuts. I made a deal with them that not only would the Bee dance but a new animal would make a surprise cameo appearence. After the Bee retired to thunderous applause, the ROLLERBLADING BEAR came on stage and rocked the house. 7. Erika's farewell Party. First we took the ferry to Vashon and priemered the EAGLE, and then broke out MONKEY for the huge house on Vashon. We returned to Seattle fully costumed on the ferry and we were huge hit with the tourists and little league teams. We got to Evan's house exhausted but still managed to have a great party with a bunch of old friends and collapsed comfortably calling our week the "Best Week Ever!" 8. Mother's Day, I worked thinking it would be a cash cow, but instead I got screwed by SEPERATE CHECKS! I did however have a lovely Greek dinner with Mom. 9. Packing for Santa Fe. 10. Leaving Seattle: I had already been offered a job with the Santa Fe Opera for the Summer but they didn't hire Joanna saying they don't hire couples. So Joanna was going to come along jobless and hopefully find something. Just as we were leaving the driveway I got a call from my soon to be manager. He asked "is Joanna doing anything this summer?" and promptly offered her a job at the box office too. 11. Oregon: Too much fog. Idaho: Too many hawks. Utah: Too many Mormons. We slept that night in Moab, Utah. 12. We awoke to find ourselves surrounded by gigantic Red Rocks and snow capped mountains in the distance. Then we spent the day at Arches National Park which might be the most spectacular place I've ever been. 13. Finally we arrive in Santa Fe and meet my sister Lieta and her boyfriend Nigel, and we sleep on their concrete floor. 14. We moved to my Uncle Archur's place. 15. Rest and preparation. 16. First day of work at the Santa Fe Opera. 17. Joanna and I attempt our first ever real game of Ultimate Frisbee. 18. We move back to Lieta's place on the river, known as Red Sky Studios. 19. We watch the Sonics actually defeat the Spurs, which would only happen once more. 20. Work and drive South to Carlsbad. 21 We head underground to Carlsbad Caverns National Park. The caverns are huge and full of penis shaped stilagmites, but I only took a picture of the one that looked like a boob. That night we watched tens of thousands of bats emerge from the caves at sundown. 21. I visited Texas! A state I hate for obvious reasons. We hiked Guadalupe Mountains National Park in the morning, and attempted to pass the 120 degree afternoon watching a movie in El Paso. El Paso, as it turns out is the most USELESS CITY in America, they don't even have a decent restaurant, much less a good movie theatre in that town, but if you like Butfugly people in giant SUV's this may be your city. So we headed back to New Mexico and stopped at WHITE SANDS NATIONAL MONUMENT. Beautiful stark white sand dunes are surrounded by rugged mountains. The 360 Sunset was the best I've ever seen. To the west just above the mountains the clouds turned bright red. To the south there were those huge pink and purple puffy clouds you only see out here. In the east the full moon was rising above the dunes and to the north a huge Thunderstorm. 23. Nothing. 24. Played some more Ultimate with the hardcore players in cleats, and joined them for $2 beers and wings at the Catamount in downtown Santa Fe. 25. Joined some work buddies for drinks at a super swank/gay bar call Swig for $5 martinis, Joanna and I left a little early for the New Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. I liked it, it had lots of action and cheesy dialouge. "He killed all the younglings!" 26. Best Thundercloud Ever. It looked like the approaching alien ships in Independence Day with Lightning shooting outward and upward and inward. 27. Played basketball with some local Santa Fe CHUMPS, actually they were just about as talented as me, but they hadn't seen my cornicopia of ridiculous moves. So needless to say I schooled them with the cross-over, pivot, Detlef Schrempf bastardized fade away, and bank it in with the left McScoopy. I also saw my first Buster Keaton film with a live score. The band kinda sucked, but Damn!!! Steamboat Bill Jr. is a hilarious movie. 28. Joanna and I took advantage of Lieta's empty studio and broke out our favorite games and footwear. I put on the Rollerblades, she broke out the tap shoes and we danced and fooled around and played hockey with paint rollers and a Cambodian woven ball. 29. River rafting on the Rio Grande, which had swelled from an unusually wet Southwestern winter. The rapids were intense but the fat lady in front kept us from flippin. Four people died on the same river later that week. 30. Dinner with Arch. 31. Moved

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Composed during the ridiculously fun first week of May, this may be my favorite illustrated month ever.

On May 4th Erika rented 5 gigantic animal costumes to spice up a going away party for the May 7th. The Animals were slowly revealed one by by in successive days at strange locations like barbeques and stage performances. Erika is a genius, we had so much fun that May 1-7 has been dubbed, "The Best Week ever." Erika has now left for China and soon to get her doctorate from the University of Indiana, and we will all miss her dearly, but damn, what a way to go out. Here's the gang going to the day portion of the party on Vashon Island.

Erika (AKA The Kougar, The Kuev, Bernie, Enrico, the Destroyer) enjoys a rare moment of solitude on the island.

Aminal Jamboree

Johnny on the Vashon Island Ropeswing, Lisabuele Park

The eagle was apparently supposed to catch the 12:10 to Southworth.

Paul and the Monkee dance for sandwiches!

Porch, Vashon Island

Bumblebee on the Puget Sound

Joanna slumbers in the Sun.

Melissa naps after too much fun at the park.

Ankle Pants race 2005. Johnny (AKA the yellow boat) cuts between the house and the barn to take the lead in front of Mark "red boat" Siano and Dave the Green Machine

May 7th, Ferry back to Seattle.

Let the Eagle Soar!

The rollerskating bear surprises the boys from the band "Awesome" with a cameo appearance at Spin the Bottle with his cohort the Bumblebee. They all lost their shit on stage.

The end of animal week, with the fantastic dancing bear exhausted and nearly passed out, from entertaining party goers. Still, quite possibly the best week ever.